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Cohen, Waits, Cave, Schubert and others… Whilt (3)

I’ve noticed that unique, intense and rather strange connection I feel between the music, I used to listen frequently in different periods of my life with the very particular space and time it happened to be played in.

So, then goes Franz Schubert and his “Death and the Maiden” (“Der Tog und das Madchen) from 1824 – the mastery String Quartet in D minor, with its so characteristic, brooding melancholy, lyrically sweet, almost cheerful in moments and powerfully sorrowful at the same time – this musical piece will forever remind me about my first months spent in Ireland. When the first notes come from a record/radio the images come as well in a flow – so vivid and real that I can even feel the smell of the places, hear the voices of those, whom I met and I can see myself sitting on a navy sofa in a place, one wouldn’t count into pleasant ones, listening to this second-hand record I found in a charity shop.

Translating Leon Cohen’s songs I would teach myself English (the same is true with reading Agata Christie’s criminal stories), till now I know many of them by heart and I feel the aura of a little Irish town, West Cork where I spent few years each time “Sisters of Mercy” or “The Famous Blue Raincoat” is being played.

In the same spirit I always think about a little island I used to live on for a year, with its swampy, neglected terrain and its extremities (light there used to be either very bright or very gloomy due to the surrounding waters) when I hear Nick Cave’s bold gothicism. The dark passions and an intense love for life/for another human being (usually beyond the reach) – these always come through the same way I felt them at that time, listening to the songs, the stormy winds howling all nights and rains pouring during those long winter months.

Finally for the repertoire of today, and for my little ‘show off’ – Tom Waits and only him is being played when I take a ride in my 1971 classical Jaguar XJ6 – no other music seems right for this car – Waits’ ‘rotten’, gutsy voice bringing to life his gangsters, crooks and all sorts of freaks imaginable and the moving artwork of English design – they feel like they’ve been made for each other. Whatever will happen to the Jag and whatever will happen to me – I can be pretty sure that, thanks to that magical bond between sounds/words and images cooked in one meal by emotion and preserved by memory (M. Proust would put it better, I guess) in 10, 20 or 40 years time – hearing (…) How do your pistol and your Bible and your Sleeping pills go? Are you still jumping out of windows in expensive clothes? Tell me who are you, who are you this time? (…) I will still distinctly remember that car, places I visit, and the people I met at that particular time in my life.

Well, this is what I have learned today (whilt) – art (here in a form of music) is a mighty ‘shaper’ of the human’s soul, it soaks it like an invisible, eternal rain of images, sensory stimulants and emotions – after some time one is unable to remove or even modify the impact – it stays there, ready only to accept yet another stream. The power of the human memory, the power of what has happened to us… Never to be demeaned or overpriced, it has its own rhythm, art proves to be one of the very capable triggers – equally, if not more intoxinating and unavoidable…

Czeslaw Mozil – just smile a little…

I’ve just come across this artist and I think it’s worth to introduce him to the wider public.

He is charming, free-spirited, playful, original, talented. He was born in Poland, yet brought up in Denmark. He speaks English, Dutch and Polish – all with an adorable accent. He plays to the accordion and piano with a considerable fluency. Here we can see a video made in his pub in Denmark – all the concept, realization, music, text, performance are the creation of Czeslaw (tcheslav) and his friends… One can obviously spot some influences, both Scandinavian and generally – European from different video artists, filmmakers, signers, poets…but I would say – as for a debutant – not too bad at all!

Lyrics are both bizarre and thoughtful – honestly – in moments beyond any translation… It tells an apparently light-hearted, random story about a lady, who found an old, broken little machine (a camera – presumably) and – out of a sentiment and tender love she decided to make it ‘working’ again… At the end, the sweetest of all choir signs:

We will be beautiful like we used to be…/And we will operating proficiently again…

O, yes – we will… Don’t try to understand or ‘explain’ anything – just enjoy and smile a little…

Official video uploaded on Youtube by the artist himself – thank you.

Florent Pagny “Savoir Aimer”

Savoir Aimer / To Know how to love

Savoir sourire / To know how to smile

A une inconnue qui passe / To a passerby

N’en garder aucune trace / Without trying to leave a mark

Sinon celle du plaisir / Just for pleasure it gives

Savoir aimer / To know how to love

Sans rien attendre en retour / Without wanting anything in return

Ni espoir ni grand amour / Neither hope nor the great love

Pas même l’espoir d’être aimé / Not even any hope of being loved


Mais savoir donner / But to know how to give

Donner sans reprendre / Give without expecting

Ne rien faire qu’apprendre / Only for the sake of learning

Apprendre à aimer / Learning how to love

Aimer sans attendre / To love without waiting

Aimer à tout prendre / To love accepting everything

Apprendre à sourire / To learn how to smile

Rien que pour le geste/ For nothing just a gesture

Sans vouloir le reste / Without wanting the rest

Et apprendre à vivre / And to learn how to live

Et s’en aller / And how to go

Savoir attendre / To know how to wait

Goûter à ce plein bonheur / To taste the happiness in full

Qu’on vous donne comme par erreur / Which you got as if by an accident

Tant on ne l’attendait plus / So much you wouldn’t expect any more

Se voir y croire / Seeing is believing in itself

Pour tromper la peur du vide / To deceive the fright of the void

Ancrée comme autaant de rides / That is anchored like the wrinkles

Qui ternissent les miroirs / Which tarnish the mirrors


Savoir souffrir / To know how to suffer

En silence sans murmure / In silence without murmur

Ni défense ni armure / Neither any defense or armor

Souffrir à vouloir mourir / To suffer wanting to die

Et se relever / And then to recover

Comme on renaît de ses cendres / Like being reborn anew

Avec tant d’amour à revendre / With so much love to offer

Qu’on tire un trait sur le passé / That it draws a line at the past


Apprendre à rêver / To learn how to dream

A rêver pour deux / To dream for two

Rien qu’en fermant les yeux / Nothing but closing eyes

Et savoir donner / And to know how to give

Donner sans rature / Give without harm

Ni demi-mesure / Without half-measure

Apprendre à rester / To learn how to stay

Vouloir jusqu’au bout / To want to stay till end

Rester malgré tout / To stay regardless of anything

Apprendre à aimer / To learn how to love

Et s’en aller / And how to go

Et s’en aller / And how to leave…

Rysiek Riedel once again…

I’ve just found this video which is, as so far, the closest to the ‘live’ quality. It’s not perfect (being ‘cut’ from both ends), but it’s the best in terms of the sound. So, it’s for all of you, who appreciate this artist’s story and talent (and which I dealt with in my previous ‘A great artist you’ve never heard about’ posts).

It’s 1987, hugely popular in Poland ‘Rawa Blues Festival‘ (‘rava’); Rysiek sounds like he used to before his hectic struggle with narcotics began to prevail over his life. Here he is asking God to ‘let him try again’… Thank you ‘ziolowa herbatka’ for uploading this awesome piece.

Prayer III

Let me try again/ To cure my doubt/ For me being full of myself, my lies and addictions/ For all what is related to these/ Those mean things, big and small/ For my disbelief/ Absolve me, absolve me!

My Lord, o Lord!/ I want some time, because time heals wounds/ I would like to see, I would like to see what/ What’s going on in my dreams, what’s going on/ And I don’t want to cry, my Lord…

Make me stone-like, make me stone-like/ And let me try once again! Once again, once again, once again/ I want some time…/ Make me stone-like…/ I would like to try once again, once again…


Answering to e-mails: ‘Dzem’ band still functions, yet it’s like “Pink Floyd” would be without Gilmour – it’s just another band and, as for me, they should modify their name to notify the ‘epoch’ before and after Rysiek. You can find more info about here. Furthermore, they were criticized for excluding Rysiek from the squad when he was on a detox (it happened to be only months before his death). Rysiek’s son Sebastian sings sometimes with them, he’s got similar voice but…lacks personality (as for now, at least). Thanks for your interest.

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